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Fes Taylor
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Moma Raised Me
f/ Cappadonna, T-Bird
[Chorus 2X:T-Bird] See I'm a rider, I'm a survivor Moma ain't raised no punk, so I'm a fighter I never lost, cuz I am a winner Yes, I am a winner, God made me a winner
[Cappadonna] Never had nothing before, so I learned how to hustle in the street Now I'mma score, when I was young I used to slip in the crack store Now I'm known all over the world for speaking my life Still reside up in the hood, though Success is inevitable, wherever the hood go Ya'll niggas should know, I can't quit My life is like a movie, actors and characters Surrounded by savages, gotta go where the cabbage is Fiends rush the drug dealers, babies in carriages Industry took a bow, not knowing what marriage is My life is like a bridge, many lifes crossed over These the pains of a black man, with the world on my shoulders Now I'm a rider, I'm a survivor I came from the hood, though, moma raised a fighter God planted faith in me, and now I'm a good writer I'm always putting work in, cuz I'm destined to win I go hard and so hard, God forgive me for my sin I used to be a drug dealer, studied one to ten And now I'm a minister, I do this for my children I keep my antennas up, focus my life on Provided back something for whenever it's tough This is my life song, my life
[Fes Taylor] To be real with you niggas, I dare a nigga front on me I sware to God, I throw the steel to you niggas Like what the fuck I gotta lose, so I choose death Over life in jail, any day, before I wear a pair of Pataki shoes And my tattooes, shit I would ride for Probably to the judge, but, shit I wouldn't lie to ya'll Staten Island Wolf Pack, is not a rap group A bunch of niggas that'll clap/shoot, black suits Act cool, act cute, ask who Ever did wrong to a nigga, I put an ax to Cut him off like lames when I cut across Something like, when I floss in the butter soft My baby mother lost, told her get her head right For she have my son grow up, speeding through red lights So fuck the world, my moms and my girl My life's played out like a jheri curl, ready to die Listen to Big, stereo, riding to Pac On some Big L shit, I let it knock I am not the average rapper, who spit jokes to get laughter Rather send some muthafuckas after ya Kidnap Russell Simmons til he put my niggas on Hurricane Taylor, waiting for the bigger storm My niggas gone, so my niggas mourn So why the fuck you think I rep they name every song? Y. Million, B-Ghost, Flex, Day-Day, Heck Still ain't enough beat to say the rest, damn...
[T-Bird] My father was never there, but I was never scared I guess God got a plan for this brother here The streets made me stronger, jail made me think longer My brother got shot on the corner smoking marijuana So don't believe the hype, I'm describing my ghetto life I seen shorty shoot a nigga just to earn his stripes I put the weed down, I'm focused on me now I need a moment of clarity, I can see now Some people understand, me? I'm trying to overstand And part the ocean like Moses with one wave of the hand I'm real with my niggas, I got love for them all Plus I know they gonna catch me if I ever fall I'm Brooklyn like Biggie Smalls but I ain't a Bad Boy Everything I wear is exclusive, like 'look at that boy' Picture me rolling with Pac, smoking in L.A. He never would of died if the gun was under his Pele Ask Queen Latifah what happened to all the Unity After she did the movie, she forgot how to be true to me I used to listen to P.E. for hours And now I finally understand, how I can Fight the Power You front on me, I throw your ass in the ditch I'd rather be a son of a bitch, then a son of a snitch If life is a gamble, then I'm 4, 5, 6 I told my wife just be patient, we soon gon' be rich It's, the Chernak Music Group, hate us or love us But no matter how you feel, you could never get above us I'm a winner...
[Chorus 2X]
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